The Silence in My Own Room

The house was full of laughter once. Now, the walls echo back silence. My children are grown, my career is steady, but when the door closes at night, I feel like a shadow of the woman I used to be. I scroll through dating apps but stop halfway, convinced I’m too old, too tired, too invisible. I miss being looked at and truly seen.

Gentle reflection: If you’ve ever felt that time passed you by, remember this — the mirror doesn’t tell the whole story. There’s a light inside you that no age can dim.